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Charlotte Rampling.
Her va-va voom is enough to give everyone watching her a collective heart attack - and she's probably cool with that.
She's played a Nazi sex kitten and has become infamous for playing other sexually explicit and overtly erotic roles in films.
She's openly admitted to being in a menage a trois relationship with her husband and a young french male model.
Oh yeah, and the Pope has even condemned her.
Oh yeah, and the Pope has even condemned her.
Ms. Rampling is one of those iconic women who I am in awe of; their every movem cooly calculated and done with great exploratory intent. Aware of her sexuality, aware of her vulnerability. Realistic about basic wants and desires almost to a fault, yet a a utopian energy is cast in her soul. The kind of woman who would go to bed with a man, experimentally, to find out about him, but mostly to discover something new about herself.
In the interviews that I've read, she speaks in a way that you can't help but quote, but here is one of my all time favorites:
“ I am fascinated by the whole process of what it's like to be alive, whether it's unbelievably uncomfortable and horrible or whether it's quite nice”.
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